Last updated on: January 19, 2015 at 3:49 pm
By
Domyo Burk
On Wednesday our downtown Zen meditation group had a delightful meeting. Throughout I felt a deepening, visceral conviction that homeless or not, whatever someone's history or current challenges, people are just people. This means they live a complete life with its own rhythm, richness, joys, sorrows, views, philosophies, hopes, regrets... you name it. When I feel concerned about someone's suffering, I realize I sometimes do them the disservice of imagining they are homelessness, or poverty, or mental illness, social isolation, physical pain, or illness. I imagine them with an impoverished life experience centered on their difficulty - an experience somehow utterly alien compared to mine. In turn this makes me think I will be unable to relate to the person I think is suffering - and therefore that any gesture I make based on my human intuition will fail to make a connection or be of any benefit. Fortunately, this whole line of thinking is erroneous - and how joyously so! Read more